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“Shh, shh, just hold still a moment.” Gerard whispered soothingly as he picked the final piece of glass out of Frank’s cheek.

Frank’s tears had subsided the moment he had folded himself into Gerard’s arms but the hazel orbs were still brimming with water as he struggled to keep himself composed. He had told Gerard everything whilst the vampire used a pair of eyebrow tweezers (he insisted he didn’t use) to pick shards of glass out of Frank’s face and hand and drop them into a little dish. Gerard hadn’t said much through the whole process, only quietly hushed Frank and removed the glass as gently as he could. He had sworn a couple times but mostly he tried to keep his anger back.

Gerard had never felt more shocked when Frank had appeared on his doorstep, bleeding all over his shirt with tears making tracks through the blood. He knew Frank and his father didn’t exactly have a perfect relationship but he didn’t know it was that bad. Apparently, Frank hadn’t either. The human was clearly in shock and Gerard tried to comfort him as best he could, though it was difficult whilst his stomach was churning and bubbling with a poisonous rage that made him just want to kill the stupid man who had done this to his boy.

“G – Gee...” Frank whimpered, falling quiet again when Gerard shushed him and tenderly pecked his lips.

“Shh, it’s okay Frankie. I’m almost done.” He whispered, carrying the shards of glass to the bin and throwing them inside, dish and all. He then came back to Frank who was sat at the kitchen table, the over head light bright and making his skin look paler than it was, his eyes blood shot and his body trembling.
When Gerard returned to the human he silently encased him in his arms, hugging him for a long moment and closing his eyes as Frank began to cry again, sobbing loudly into Gerard’s chest as he clung to him. Gerard stepped closer and held Frank tighter, blood getting on his clothes but it didn’t matter, Gerard had got blood on his clothes tons of times before and never for reasons as acceptable as this one.

“G – Gee... I’m s – sorry, I shouldn’t be s – so upset...” Frank hiccoughed, though admitting that didn’t stop his tears. Gerard sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes a little that Frank would say anything so absurd.

“Hey, don’t be so ridiculous, you have every right to be upset.” Gerard soothed him, kissing his forehead as he let the boy just cry it all out.

So Gerard wasn’t exactly an emotional person. Centuries of living does that to you, in fact his outburst the previous night over Darius had been the only time since his ‘death’ that he had ever really let emotions over rule him. He wasn’t so emotionless he was a statue; obviously he could feel. Feel anger and upset and love. He cared for Frank didn’t he? And he was angry that his father had hurt him. But if Gerard had been struck by his father like that he was sure he wouldn’t cry like this, but he knew Frank was a mere sensitive human so he tried to be apathetic.

Frank felt so much better now he was finally getting the embrace he had been desperate for. Sure he knew that getting rid of the glass had been important but he didn’t give a fuck what was important, he’d wanted a damn cuddle. And now, finally, he was getting it.

He sighed softly and pressed closer to the vampire, grateful that he didn’t have to say anything, and that Gerard could sense enough to know that he didn’t really want to hear anything either. It was enough just to be held by him and not feel like he was taking up his personal space or ruining the vampires evening.

“Gee... I love you so much.” He sighed after a long moment of just resting in the taller mans arms, his cheeks now wet with fresh tears but the cuts were beginning to dry, the blood turning thicker as it got ready to form scabs. Gerard took note of it and gently traced his fingers over the cuts, careful not to hurt Frank.

“I should heal those.” He said softly but Frank shook his head, closing his eyes as Gerard tenderly caressed his cheek.

“Leave them; they’ll heal on their own.” He whispered, just wanting to be held by Gerard some more. The vampire sighed and pursed his lips, clearly not happy to just leave the wounds no matter how small they were but he did as Frank asked and let them be, instead simply lifting the human into his arms and carrying him up the stairs. Frank wondered why he didn’t do that weird teleport-y thing he always did, but he didn’t question it, too busy burying his face into Gerard’s neck.

Gerard was quiet as he placed Frank down in the bed and walked off to light a fire in the grate. Frank watched him as he wiped the last of his tears away and sniffed, feeling exhausted after everything that had happened. He had had such a wonderful morning with Gerard, and he was so glad that Bob would be able to go home soon, but his father had left him in a bad mood.

“Gee?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna come to bed?” Frank asked uncertainly, biting his lip as the vampire placed a lit match in the fire place and helped stoke the flames that began eating away at the coals. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Frank and smiled warmly, nodding.

“Of course. Why?” He asked, pushing the coals around a minute longer until a roaring fire was going and he replaced the metal cage infront of the fire, wandering back to the bed and slipping in beside Frank once he had removed his jeans and shirt. Frank copied him and then snuggled into his arms, closing his eyes with a sigh.

“I was just asking cos’ I won’t be able to sleep without you here.” He sighed, yawning a little. He was exhausted but he was also wide awake, his body wanting to sleep but his mind too busy chewing over everything that had happened. He felt angry and upset at his father, wishing he could change the way his old man behaved. Wishing he could figure out a way to make him stop drinking. But he knew there was nothing he could do. Frank Sr. would always be like this and Frank would always suffer for it.

“I hate him ya’ know.” He whispered as he lay on Gerard’s chest, his heavy eyelids closing of their own accord as he traced patterns over Gerard’s milky skin. “I hate him.”

“I know.” Gerard sighed, kissing the top of Frank’s head as he gently stroked between the boys shoulder blades. He knew that Frank was upset and angry, he could still read the human just as well as he ever could, but Gerard’s mind was far away, trying to think of things he knew he shouldn’t. “Just get some sleep darling, it’ll be better in the morning.” He promised, Frank pouting softly as he began to drift off.

“You think so?” He purred, not entirely convinced, after all, how could Gerard promise a thing like that? But it sort of made him feel better to hear it so he nodded and simply cuddled closer to his boyfriend. “G’night Gee...” He sighed, Gerard smiling and tilting his face up to tenderly kiss him a second before letting him back down.

“Mm... Good night Frankie.” He whispered, pulling the covers up over Frank’s shoulders and holding him protectively as he slowly fell asleep.

>X<

“Hello Bob, how are you feeling today?” Nurse Lees smiled warmly as she checked Bob’s vitals and the bags of drugs that were gradually dripping into his veins, Bob smiling back and nodding.

“I’m feeling much better.” He said genuinely, looking at the machines Nurse Lees was reading from and wondering if they were telling her good stuff. He hoped they were, he definitely felt more like his old self. He still felt quite tired but that was nothing he couldn’t get over at home, and he smiled hopefully up at Nurse Lees as she picked his clipboard up off the front of the bed and began writing on it.

“Well, you certainly seemed to have improved.” She agreed, smiling at him. “I’ll get your doctor in to check himself and then if he agrees with me you can go home whenever you like. Shall I call your mum?” She asked, Bob shaking his head as his heart skipped with joy.

“Nah, she’ll be here by seven. Will I be able to go straight away?” He asked, Nurse Lees checking her watch before nodding.

“Possibly. As long as Doctor Mills isn’t busy he can come check you now, your mum should be here in twenty minutes so as long as the doctor agrees you can leave then you’ll be able to sign out as soon as she arrives.” She beamed, Bob’s grin even bigger than hers as he thanked her repeatedly.

Nurse Lees laughed and brushed off his thanks, assuring him it was nothing before she left to continue her early morning round. Most of the patients were still asleep so Bob hoped Doctor Mills wouldn’t be too busy so that he could come and give the all clear for Bob to go. He was desperate to get home now, his own room and his own bed felt like a million miles away.

>X<

Gerard smiled as he watched Frank sleeping and ever so tenderly brushed his hair off his face, Frank murmuring in his sleep and pouting gently. He looked adorable when he was deep asleep like this, Gerard had spent plenty of mornings just gazing at him as he dreamt.

Vampires didn’t need as much sleep as humans did, and so it wasn’t rare for Gerard to wake up a lot earlier than Frank did. It didn’t bother him of course, he had never really thought into why he enjoyed watching Frank sleep so much, and he refused to think on it now too. As far as he was concerned he simply appreciated beauty and so watching Frank sleep was so enjoyable to him purely because the human was quite beautiful. Gerard knew deep down that that wasn’t the only reason, but what did it matter as long as he was happy? He certainly wasn’t prepared to tell Frank he loved him yet.

Though Gerard guessed he must do if he was considering doing what he had spent most of the morning planning... or attempting to plan at least, though Gerard hadn’t got much further than ’I’m probably gonna have to wing it.’ The problem with humans was that they were so unpredictable it was very difficult to come up with any stable plan that involved them. Their delicate emotions meant that they were prone to feeling a million things at once and never really knowing how they felt exactly, which made them susceptible to mood swings and often strange behaviour that would seem odd to a vampire that had lived so long emotions were hardly uncontrollable anymore. Gerard could try all he wanted but to make a plan that involved any human would mean having to consider a range of different outcomes just in case the human didn’t do what he expected them to and really... it was much more fun just to make it up as he went along.

With a basic idea of what he planned to do in mind Gerard forced himself to stop gazing lovingly at his sleeping boyfriend and slide out of bed. Gerard didn’t have to try and be delicate so as not to wake the human, he had learnt already that Frank could probably sleep through a bomb going off and not so much as stir so having Gerard leave the bed was hardly going to wake him.

Sure enough the boy continued to give tiny, purr like snores into the pillow and Gerard smiled warmly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before he padded across the room to throw some clothes on. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew it was early. The sun was just beginning to rise outside the window, threading the sky into pinks and oranges that glowed off a silver tinged earth. He knew he had hours yet before Frank woke up, and that was more than enough time.

>X<

“Well Robert, I’d say you’re fit to go.” Doctor Mills beamed as he scribbled on Bob’s clipboard, Christine gasping and squeezing Bob’s hand with a wide grin, kissing his cheek.

“Really? That’s wonderful news! Oh Bob, you can come home.” She gasped, barely able to contain herself as she flung her arms around her son. Bob laughed and grinned widely, hugging his mum back with little of the strength he had once possessed shining through, but he at least felt now that he would eventually come back to his full health.

“If you just get changed and gather your things then go to reception and they’ll give you the outpatient forms.” The doctor smiled warmly and patted Bob’s shoulder, telling him he was pleased that he had made such a fast recovery and Bob positively beamed at him. All of the staff at the hospital had been truly wonderful and he would miss them; even though it had only been a few days these people had saved his life and taken care of him when he had felt so weak. He would always be grateful to them and he told Doctor Mills that with watering eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, for everything you’ve done. I’m so grateful.” He gushed and Doctor Mills chuckled, shaking his head to brush away the boy’s thanks though it was clear he was thrilled that Bob was so happy, Christine thanking him repeatedly too.

“Hey, it’s my job. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, chatting to the pair for just a moment longer before his pager began beeping and he excused himself with a soft apology and farewell. Bob thanked him again as he strolled away and chuckled shyly, looking to Christine with a smile.

“So...” He mumbled, Christine laughing and hugging him tightly.

“So.” She repeated, kissing his cheek with a flourish and squeezing his arms. “I’ll help you get changed and then we’ll get out of here.” She beamed, Bob nodding and sitting up with only a little difficult, already working on the ties of the gown at the back as Christine rooted through his rucksack to find the clothes she had brought for him.

Bob couldn’t wait to get out of there. It was too early in the morning to call Frank, no doubt the guy would still be sleeping, but as soon as Bob got home he decided he would settle into his room again and then wait until afternoon before calling his best friend and sharing the good news.

>X<

When Frank Sr. woke up his head was pounding so much it was like a mini person had snuck into his skull and was trying to break back out again via a sledgehammer. He groaned and slowly raised his hands to gingerly press against his temples, his arms sliding across something sharp that tinkled quietly amidst the sound of scraping across the floor. He sighed and paused a moment, trying to summon up enough strength to open his eyes without vomiting. He could tell that sunlight was pouring over him and the thought of having to open his eyes to it made his head hurt even more.

“Mmmph...” Waking up with such a bad hangover was hardly a new experience for the man, but it never got any easier. Sometimes he would vow to himself to never drink again but he had learnt at least one thing in all his years of drinking and that was that no matter how shit he felt now he would soon feel better with a couple of painkillers and another beer in his system.

With a disgruntled sigh Frank Sr. forced his eyes open and groaned in discomfort, blinking in the harsh sunlight and squinting to try and alleviate some of the pain it caused. His head felt as if it was trying to split in half and for a second the room span sickeningly fast, his stomach lurching in response. God, he needed a drink.

Frank Sr. squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before slowly opening them again and using his arms to weakly push himself up. His head span even more from the effort but after a moment of breathing deeply and just staring down at the floor he felt good enough to look around properly.

The first thing that he noticed was that the floor was littered with broken glass and a sticky liquid that looked suspiciously like the whisky he had been trying to drink from the beer bottle that night. Beer bottles were simply more convenient to hold than whisky bottles, and he felt slightly irritated that all of his effort in transferring the liquid one from bottle to the other had been wasted. He then wondered if it would be considered unacceptable to lean down and lap it up like a dog... he supposed it would. No one wanted to act like an animal, and besides, leaning down now might make him throw up.

With a sigh he pushed himself up further until he fell back on his haunches, his back hitting the wall for extra support as he gazed about. He knew that the first thing he should do was check himself over for any cuts or wounds from the glass, but his attention was quickly dragged away from task when he saw a shadow along the floor.

“Who’s there!?” He blurted out instantly, springing to his feet so fast he nearly fell straight over again as his head spun. He followed the shadow to the corner of the room where none other than Gerard was stood, putting out his cigarette in an ashtray on the windowsill.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He whispered soothingly, Frank Sr. furrowing his eyebrows with a snort.

“Oh. It’s you.” He scoffed, leaning back against the wall to let his head turn back to normal for a second as Gerard gazed at him calmly.

Gerard had arrived twenty minutes before and had spent the time smoking in the corner and watching the man sleep on the floor surrounded by the pieces of a broken bottle. Gerard had felt such anger at seeing him that it had taken all of his strength not to march right over to the son of a bitch and crush him, literally crush him, into the shards. He had had to smoke the cigarette to try and calm himself down, the nicotine lost on his vampire body but even after all this time he could still remember what it was like to smoke as a human and the action alone soothed him somewhat. At least enough to wait for the man to wake up. His breathing had been changing along with his core temperature as Gerard had arrived and so he had known it wouldn’t take long.

Once Frank Sr. felt a little less dizzy he turned his gaze back to his son’s boyfriend and glared at him. “I suppose Frank sent you here to check on me.” He snapped, not appreciating the gesture at all. “Well, you can tell him not to bother about me anymore. You can tell him I don’t want him here ever again.” He snarled childishly, Gerard quirking an eyebrow at him as he slowly sauntered over.

“Frank didn’t send me.” He said simply, Frank Sr. feeling some surprise but it soon melted away and he shrugged.

“What? So you thought you’d come check on me yourself did ya’? I don’t want your pity.” He spat, Gerard unable to stop the laugh that erupted from his throat, pissing the middle aged man off even more.

“I don’t give a shit about you.” He chuckled, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. “I came here to warn you.” He purred, Frank Sr. feeling real surprise at that one.

“Warn me?”

“That’s right.” Gerard nodding, reaching Frank’s father and laying a hand down on his shoulder. The man reeked strongly of alcohol and Gerard’s stomach churned at the stench. Frank didn’t deserve to have such a terrible father, a guy as perfect as him deserved to have equally perfect parents or none at all. “If you ever hurt him again, even so much as scratch him by accident, then you’ll learn why people like you don’t mess with people like me.” He snarled threateningly, his voice so icy Frank Sr. couldn’t stop the tingle of fear that ran down his spine.

“Excuse me?” He spat, not one to show his fear for the world. “How dare you come here and threaten me.” He raised his hands to try and shove Gerard away but though he pushed with all his might the pale man didn’t move an inch. Frank Sr. blinked stupidly for a moment, trying again with an angry snarl but once more Gerard stayed motionless.

“Get away from me you faggot!” He snapped, clenching his fist and raising it threateningly. “I don’t care who you think you are, but if I hurt my son then that’s my fucking business and not yours!”

“Oh dear.” Gerard sighed, gently stroking his knuckles across the back of Frank Sr.’s cheek even as the man tried to punch him. His knuckles glanced off his cheek but Gerard hardly felt it, the punch weak from his hung over state. Frank Sr. felt panic race through him at the tender touch to his face, his mind spinning in horror. He knew what gay men were like.

“Don’t you touch me you freak! If you think you’re gonna be able to rape me then –”

“Don’t be such an idiot.” Gerard snarled, quite offended that anyone would think him low enough to fuck a man like Frank Sr. He had standards, and high ones that. Standards that Frank Sr. had no hope of ever achieving, in fact the fact that he was Frank’s father just made Gerard even more disgusted. With Frank Sr. such a vile human being it made him feel like his existence tainted Frank Jr. too. “I’m not going to rape you, you sick fuck. I’m going to fucking kill you.” He snarled.

“Oh yeah.” Frank Sr. scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’d like to see you try.” He said boldly, Gerard’s lips curling into a low smirk.

“Good. Then we’ll both enjoy this.” He purred dangerously, his hand tangling into Frank Sr.’s hair and wrenching his head back as his other arm pinned him in the chest against the wall, the action so quick Frank Sr. didn’t even have time to react before Gerard’s teeth were in his neck.

His... His teeth were in his neck!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING – AAAAGH!” Frank Sr. screamed, hot blood gushing down his neck and over his clothes as Gerard took a bite out of his neck and spat the chunk of flesh to the floor. He lunged again and took another bite, ripping out the jugular and causing blood to spray everywhere. Frank Sr.’s scream came out as a gargled choke and his eyes opened wide, blood bubbling over his lips and pouring from his open mouth.

Gerard licked the alcoholic’s blood from his lips and then latched them onto those of Frank Sr.’s, sharing a deadly kiss as he drunk the blood that gushed from his mouth. It was so tainted with alcohol that for Gerard it was like how humans felt when they raced to drink shots, his head spinning pleasantly as he swallowed down every dying groan the human made.

Frank Sr. didn’t last long with his neck bleeding freely, Gerard tearing open the man’s shirt and biting at his torso, tearing out hunks of flesh and scratching his nails down his skin. Frank’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he gave one final gurgled choke before he slumped from Gerard’s grip and crumpled to the floor like a dead weight. Blood spread and made a pool around him, the glass on the floor glinting crimson in the sunlight from the window and Gerard stumbled back from the corpse, sucking the blood off his fingers and panting softly.

He hadn’t killed someone like that in a very, very long time, and the old man’s heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears long after it had gone. He stared breathlessly at him for a moment before chuckling and walking away from the scene. It was a mess, an awful mess, but he had learnt how to clean these things up. He couldn’t just get rid of the body and the blood and expect no one to notice that a man had gone missing. Frank of course would soon find out. No... Gerard wouldn’t clean up after himself in that way, he’d merely put the blame to someone or something else. And he could think of the perfect thing.

>X<

Bob gazed out the window with a soft smile as Christine drove them home, chatting to him brightly about all the things they’d do once he got fully better. She had clearly decided since nearly losing him that they needed to do more things together and Bob smiled and nodded politely, only half listening as they drove down Frank’s street.

He frowned when they passed his house and he saw Gerard walking out, leaving the door open and wearing what Bob was certain was one of Frank Sr.’s jackets, but they passed so quickly he couldn’t be sure. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, raising an eyebrow. It was only eight in the morning, why would Gerard be leaving Frank’s house? He must have stopped the night or something but it was highly unlikely that Frank was awake yet.

Bob ‘hmm’d to himself and shrugged it off, guessing that Gerard was going out to get them stuff for breakfast, or maybe even sneaking out before Frank Sr. saw him. For all Bob knew Frank’s old man might not like the idea of his sons boyfriend stopping the night. In fact, now Bob thought about it he guessed that was probably right. He knew Frank Sr. didn’t like the fact that Frank was gay even if he did his best to accept it, so no doubt Gerard was sneaking out. Typical. Bob rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile a little, at least this meant he knew Frank was alone so if he called him soon he might even come see him that day.

Bob grinned and settled back in his seat, Christine smiling when she saw how happy he looked and she drove out of Frank’s street towards their own home.

>X<

When Gerard got back to the manor he got rid of the clothes he had had to borrow from Frank’s, his own bloodstained garments burnt in the woods as he had walked back. He threw Frank Sr.’s clothes he had been wearing down an old well in the garden that had been dried up even when Darius owned the house. Gerard had then got into some of his own clothes and was now sat in the kitchen, eating a peach and reading a book as he waited for Frank to wake up.

Eventually he heard the quiet footsteps of the human walking slowly down the stairs, looking up from his book as Frank padded sleepily through the house before emerging into the kitchen, smiling dreamily and waving a hand up at the vampire.

“Mm... morning Gee.” He purred, Gerard smiled and taking another bite out of the peach.

“Morning Frankie.” He greeted brightly, Frank wandering over to sit beside him. “How’s the cuts?” Gerard asked softly around a mouthful of the soft fruit and Frank shrugged, yawning widely.

“Better I guess. They ache a little but I’m fine.” He smiled, sitting down beside Gerard as the taller man closed his book and put it aside. As Gerard looked at the human he felt a surge of relief that the man that had hurt him was gone for good and he smiled warmly, biting once more into his breakfast and gazing softly into Frank’s eyes a trickle of juice ran down his chin.

Frank’s mouth was open to say something but though he immediately forgot what it was he had been planning to say his mouth continued to hang open stupidly as he followed the bead of juice down Gerard’s milky skin. The vampire moved up a fingertip to wipe it away, sucking at the flesh of the peach to get more juice from it and Frank’s stomach quivered pleasantly.

Gerard smirked a little when he saw Frank’s hazel eyes slowly turn darker, a shade of lust coming over them and it was all the vampire could do not to laugh. He wasn’t intentionally trying to be sexy, peaches just happened to be very messy fruit... and the only fruit he had in the house. He really needed to shop... still, whilst he had the human’s attention he wasn’t going to let it go.

“Mmm...” He sighed, licking the inside of the peach with the flat of his tongue to get more of the sweet liquid from within, sucking at it a little more before nibbling delicately at the flesh, quirking an eyebrow at Frank. “Mm? You want one?” He asked innocently, nodding at the fruit bowl that pathetically held nothing more than two more peaches.

Frank shook his head slowly, still staring at Gerard’s delicious looking lips in a slight daze. “No thank you.” He murmured quietly, his abdomen tingling a little as Gerard shrugged and continued eating the peach in a way that was far too good to be allowed.

“Mm, you sure? They’re really juicy.” Gerard purred and Frank was silent for a long moment before he slowly realised the vampire was doing this on purpose and he frowned.

“Really Gerard? Fruit? You couldn’t have thought of something more original?” He smirked, loving how cliché it was and Gerard looked at him innocently, shrugging.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m sure you do.” Frank chuckled, crawling into the vampires lap and moving the peach out of his hand, shoving it into the middle of the table where it lay half eaten and forgotten as he pressed his lips hungrily to Gerard’s.

The vampire chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around the younger mans waist, kissing him passionately and pushing his tongue into his mouth to share the taste of the peach. He really hadn’t met for it to become a seductive display, after all, he hated clichés, but he wasnt one to waste a perfectly good opportunity.

Frank grinned against his lips and sighed, falling serious as he kissed him hungrily and deeply, their tongues pushing and shoving they didn’t really fight for dominance, Frank more than happy for Gerard to overpower him as always and he groaned in delight. He could taste something strange behind the taste of the peach on Gerard’s tongue, something slightly alcoholic. But Frank knew that Gerard sometimes drank alcohol at stupid times of the day purely because it didn’t affect him so he didn’t think on it and merely pressed closer, eager to taste more.

“Mmm... Gee, baby.” He purred, tugging at Gerard’s dark hair and biting playfully at his lips. Gerard smirked and slid his hands down, pulling Frank up a little so that he could squeeze at his pert little butt.

“Mm... don’t you want any breakfast honey?” He drawled playfully, Frank giggling and shaking his head, tugging at Gerard’s shirt and practically tearing the buttons off when they refused to cooperate.

“God no... sex first.” He whined, Gerard laughing into his mouth and breaking to help remove his shirt and then Franks before he kissed him deeply again, struggling to his feet and turning to push Frank down onto the table. The human shuffled back so that he could fully lie against it and Gerard crawled on above him, their lips attaching again like magnets.

Gerard couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the fact that he had killed Frank’s father only hours before and now Frank was desperately dragging off his trousers so he would fuck him. He supposed it was slightly sick of him, but he felt no shame over it. It was just who he was.

“Mmph.. Gee... God, I want you.” Frank groaned, thinking in the back of his head how that was hardly a surprise before all coherent thought vanished and he bucked his hips up, Gerard dragging down the boxers he had slept in to free his growing erection. Frank couldn’t remember the last time they had had really rushed, frantic sex but he couldn’t wait, his body desperate to feel his lover all over him. He groaned in need and grabbed at Gerard’s hips and waist and thighs, curling his fingers around him and sliding his hands about as he tried to find the perfect place to pull Gerard against him.

“Mmph... someone’s eager.” Gerard smirked, groaning and hissing in pleasure when Frank wrapped a hand around his length and stroked him into a full erection, his legs already spread wide and hanging over the edges of the table. His own semi was becoming a full erection without any help from Gerard, just the thought of him being inside him enough to turn him frantic with lust.

“Unn... damn right. Fuck Gee, want you so bad...” Frank mewled, burying his face into Gerard’s neck when he leant down to kiss at his face and throat, his hands sliding down Frank’s thighs and massaging gently, gazing at the human’s body as it became heated and writhed about within minutes. Gerard barely had to even touch him. Every time his cock twitched in Frank’s hand the humans erection would twitch in response, every time he pushed his hips forward for more friction Frank would lift his own hips with a desperate whimper and soon Gerard was just as eager as him to get down to it.

Gerard usually enjoyed taking his time with foreplay, but the killing of Frank’s dad had left his body feeling heated and restless, and he supposed in a way he had just been waiting for this. Foreplay was nice, but right now he couldn’t care less about it.

“Oh baby...” He growled, moving Frank’s hand away from his erection so that he could grip it instead and guide himself to Frank’s quivering entrance. The human was clearly hungry for him and it made him even hotter, his lips capturing Frank’s in a heart stopping kiss as he pushed into him, not taking his time as he slid deep into his lover, waiting until his balls pressed against his ass before he pulled out a little and thrust back in.

Frank gasped and moaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his legs to grip onto the edges of the table, keeping himself from sliding up and down as Gerard began to thrust into him quickly, gathering more speed with every thrust in until he was pounding desperately into the younger man, Frank’s mouth hanging open in a silent cry of delight.

Gerard’s hands came down to grip at Frank’s hips, clinging tight to them to keep the human stable as he fucked him hard and fast. He groaned in delight and threw his head back, his body making a graceful arch as his hips pistoned back and forth. Frank stared at him through half lidded eyes and arched his own back when Gerard slammed into his prostate, sending fireworks up his spine that spread through his body, tingles erupting from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

“O – Oh FUCK!” He gasped, his nails scratching at the table before one arm flew up to grip at his hair, sending the fruit bowl and half eaten peach flying to the floor. The clay bowl smashed against the tiles but neither of the men noticed, too lost in their own carnal lust to care.

“Oooh... Uunnn... Fuck fuck... Oh fuck Frankie, so good.” Gerard growled, his teeth clenching causing the tendons in his neck to tighten, Frank finding the sight so indescribably hot that he felt the familiar tightening in his midriff far too soon.

He groaned loudly and tried to warn Gee, though he made no attempt to slow the vampire down. He knew that this was only supposed to be hot, frantic sex so he didn’t care if he came soon. He hoped that Gerard was just as close as he was and he bucked his hips up as he desperately sought his climax, panting harshly against the table.

“Oh... ooh Gee... Fuck, right there babe... so good...” He whined, his body shuddering from the pleasure of having his prostate struck so quickly over and over it was like it barely lost any contact with the head of Gerard’s cock, pre cum helping the vampires movements and causing Frank to arch his back even higher, screaming out his pleasure. “O – Oh FUCK!” He cried, his orgasm tearing through him as he came hard all over his stomach.

Gerard wrapped his arms tight around Frank’s waist and kept the boy’s hips up high as he continued thrusting into him at the perfect angle, the clenching of Frank’s muscles bringing him closer to his own climax and he watched with hungry eyes as rope after rope of white cum spilled from the tip of Frank’s pulsing erection, causing his own climax to smack into him and he gasped loudly. His hips slammed into Frank one last time before he held still and moaned loudly deep in his throat, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he came hard against Frank’s sweet spot, causing the boy to cry out and cum even harder, his nails digging into the wood of the table as both men shook through their orgasms.

It felt like forever before Frank finally slumped back against the table, panting loudly and chuckling breathlessly as Gerard eventually released his hips and collapsed down on top of him, grinning as he worked to regain his breath.

“Fuck Frankie... you’re so amazing.” He panted, Frank grinning drunkenly at him and leaning up to share an exhausted kiss as Gerard slowly pulled out of him, making a mental note to give the table a real good clean as cum dripped down from inside Frank and over the wood.

“Mmmph... you too Gee. I love you.” Frank gasped as they broke, his legs aching as he slowly brought them up to close around Gerard’s waist and hug him for a moment. He loved morning’s that started like this and he opened his mouth to tell Gerard that just as his phone started to go off in the pocket of his hoody on the floor.

Hey peoples!
Just a quickie to let you know that there’s only gonna be about two or three more chapters to this so be prepared x) And also, I’m sorry that the sex was so rushed in this one, but I hope you like it anyways x__x
Also, I’m going to be a bad person and plug a story here :P So, my friend has started writing a fic called ‘seven’ on here, and I want you guys to check it out cos’ it’s fucking amazing and it bugs me that she doesn’t have many readers XD God, that’s so bad of me isn’t it?
Well, just in case you can forgive my blatant plugging here (does anyone else find ‘plugging’ a really creepy word? O__O) then check it out and I will love you even more than I already do :D It’s called Seven and her name on here is superman sidekick.
I love you all lots and lots and like jelly tots :]
R&R? Xo